Bimbley introduces himself as "Bimbley the First," yet carries himself with the confusion of someone who suspects he might actually be Bimbley the Second. Or Third.
He is extremely proud of his "heritage," which he mostly invents on the spot. He'll gesture to his own perfectly normal grain and say things like,
"Ah yes, a classic Bimbley swirl, as if anyone knows what that means. If you place fruit on him, he'll nod politely and whisper, "As my forefathers would've wanted."
No one knows who these forefathers are. Bimbley does not care.
Bimbley is sweet, a little disoriented, and profoundly convinced he is part of a dynasty that possibly never existed. And honestly? He carries it well.
